Ancestral homage

I bear the grief of endless generations of tormented souls repressed under countless layers of life.

I breath a sense of sadness that cracks my spine into invisible particles of repressed anger.

I am a moisture of helplessness, of all the years that have gone by,

In which my silence of expression has vanished into the lingering past.

I am the despair of each shattering thought in the middle of the night.

I am the ‘WhYs’ in your mind.

I soaked my gut in vanity, for I have never known another spare,

To let it sink beneath my gesture vails.

The fields of crumbled graces,

The walks of raving senses, at a certain pace,

The prevalence seen on your rigid face,

The disgust you show to every damn space,

Has served to the ache of my futile existence crave.

But I will be one with the nightmare we share

Comprising the liquid fuels,

Beneath these passion hoax meadows, where we wedged our sorrows.

And I, just as a lullaby, will haunt your clumsy simper,

At every rate of life.

Cause as I slip away, to the horizons of solitary grey,

The ridges and furrows of gripping doubts,

The grooves of a reluctant mighty twinkle of ponder,

The preserved scent of acres of joy,

Have come and left like a wind of a slow flame,

Between the palms of two pathways.